A water-type trainer who specializes in dragon-type water.

Chapter 336 A wonderful collaboration

As the mist transformed into strands of purple ghost energy and slowly flowed into the body of the Tomb Dog, its originally disintegrating body gradually stabilized and its condition improved significantly.

Zhang Heng looked at the Haunter that suddenly appeared in the emergency room. Normally, this type of Pokémon would not show up on its own initiative. He couldn't help but ask Dean Lin beside him curiously.

"What's going on with this Haunter?"

Dean Lin knew Zhang Heng's identity very well and did not dare to hold back at all. Even though the person in front of him was a young man, he told him everything he knew.

"Actually, the hospital isn't just full of evil Ghost-type Pokémon. There are also helpful ones like this Haunter. Every night when an emergency patient arrives, Haunter will come to the emergency room to assist the doctor on duty with their treatment, help pass medical equipment, or just observe the patient's condition."

"A ghost-type Pokémon volunteered to help with treatment? How could such a thing happen? Is it an owned Pokémon?"

The dean shook his head and said, "No, it's just like other wild ghost-type Pokémon. It was attracted here by the souls of the patients who died in the hospital."

Zhang Heng was slightly surprised. It was rare for a wild ghost-type Pokémon to not harm anyone, let alone help treat them.

Moreover, in the Pokémon encyclopedia, Pokémon like Haunter are not as playful and friendly as they appear in the anime.

According to records, it likes to hide in the darkness and stretch out its gaseous hands to pat people's shoulders. Once touched by it, the body will shake constantly, and even the soul may be taken away, eventually leading to death.

Dean Lin continued, "So, we medical staff gave this kindhearted ghost-type Pokémon the nickname Doctor Haunter. Over time, everyone just called him Doctor Haunter."

Zhang Heng nodded, gaining a deeper understanding of the diversity of Pokémon in this world. He realized that he couldn't judge the characteristics of a Pokémon group based solely on the description in the illustrated book.

Zhang Heng's eyes were always on Doctor Ghost's treatment process. He found that although Haunter could replenish the energy of the Grave Dog, it could not heal its wounds.

But this Haunter seemed extremely confident in his medical skills, or perhaps it was his first time leading a treatment and he would not allow any mistakes, so he continued to output ghost energy, hoping that the Hound could heal himself.

However, perhaps because Haunter's energy was limited, or perhaps because Hound was too seriously injured, it could only maintain a balance between its injuries and energy replenishment. The energy that had just been replenished was lost with the bleeding, and it only stabilized Hound's physical condition.

At this moment, Zhang Heng seemed to have thought of something. He suddenly turned around and walked towards the instrument cabinet behind the operating table. He opened the cabinet and began to search.

"There should be equipment for ghost-type Pokémon here."

After searching for a while, his eyes fell on the box on the top of the cabinet that exuded a dark aura.

“Hey, I found it!”

He took out two steel needles emitting a faint black aura, walked over to Haunter, and said, "Doctor Ghost, I'll hand it over to my assistant Xiao Zhang next."

Haunter first looked at Zhang Heng in confusion and made a "gu gu?" sound.

But it seemed that he was very pleased with Zhang Heng's compliments, or that he was very pleased with the title of "Ghost Doctor", so he gave up half a space to Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng came to the side of the Grave Dog and looked at the black blood trickling from its lower abdomen. As soon as the blood came into contact with the air, it turned into mist and dissipated into the air. This is a typical phenomenon of the body of a ghost-type Pokémon being damaged.

Zhang Heng took out the special steel needle he had used earlier and prepared to suture the wound of the tomb dog.

This special steel needle is made from the metal fragments dropped when the Single Scabbard or Double Scabbard attacks. The Single Scabbard clan is a rare Pokémon with ghost and steel attributes. Apart from them, there is only Cyclops, but Cyclops is too rare.

Therefore, the steel from the One Sword Scabbard clan is the only raw material that can be used to make special instruments to suture the wounds of ghost-type Pokémon.

However, Zhang Heng, who was ready, discovered a key problem.

"No? Why are there no special sutures?!"

Upon hearing Zhang Heng's words, the dean couldn't help but sigh and said, "All equipment related to ghost-type Pokémon, no matter how well it is protected and stored, will be found by those ghost-type Pokémon and taken away..."

Helpless Zhang Heng turned around and looked at Haunter. Haunter had been in the emergency room for many years and had seen many doctors on duty perform treatments, so he naturally understood Zhang Heng's needs at the moment.

Haunter pushed its two suspended hands forward, and the energy gathered on the special steel needle. A thin silk thread appeared at the end of the steel needle, connecting to Haunter's body. Obviously, this silk thread was transformed from Haunter's energy.

Zhang Heng did not waste any more time, holding the steel needle, and skillfully sutured the tomb dog.

He first used tweezers to gently clamp the spiritual tissue on both sides of the wound, and then inserted a special steel needle with Haunter energy thread with a uniform needle distance from one side and then out from the other side. Each needle was precise and steady, and his movements were smooth and flowing, showing his professionalism.

As the needle and thread went back and forth, the wound was gradually closed and the black blood no longer flowed freely.

In the end, the tomb dog successfully escaped from the near-death state and returned to a weak state. All it needed to do now was rest and recover.

After this treatment, Zhang Heng and Haunter completed a wonderful cooperation and seemed to have formed an interesting tacit understanding.

After the treatment, Haunter disappeared quietly into the dark corner of the emergency room.

Zhang Heng wanted to thank it, but remembering that this type of Pokémon naturally dislikes light and prefers to stay in dark places, he didn't say much.

He turned to the dean and said, "If all other matters have been arranged, try to appease the patient's family and make compensation. In addition, the hospital's security needs to be upgraded."

After saying that, he didn't stay for long and walked out of the emergency room holding the tomb dog.

As soon as he walked out of the emergency room, the police chief hurried over anxiously, his eyes fixed on the tomb dog in Zhang Heng's arms.

Zhang Heng didn't say much. He simply handed the Gravedog to him and said calmly, "Put it back in the Poké Ball and let it rest. From now on, you just need to recover."

The sheriff quickly took it with both hands, moving gently, as if he was afraid of hurting the injured grave dog.

At this time, the tomb dog opened its eyes, looked at its owner and made a whimpering sound of "woof", as if to comfort him.

He carefully put the Grave Dog back into the Poké Ball, then raised his head and moved his lips. He was about to say something, but hesitated and swallowed the words back.

After a moment, his expression was solemn, his tone tinged with guilt and determination as he slowly said, "Thank you. We will continue to follow up on the incident involving the ghost Pokémon attack at the university's affiliated hospital. We will definitely give you an explanation, as well as an explanation to the families of the patients who died tragically at their hands."

After saying this, he lowered his head slightly, as if to express his apology, or as if he was secretly making up his mind.

Zhang Heng looked at the sheriff, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, including anticipation for the follow-up of the incident and relief from the previous conflict.

He nodded slightly and responded, "I hope so."

The sheriff tightly grasped the Poké Ball containing the Gravedog, turned around and walked away with steady steps, his figure gradually disappearing at the end of the corridor. The storm seemed to have subsided temporarily, but the aftereffects left behind lingered in the air for a long time.